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Chapter Four.

January 11th 2015:

Believe me, I'm shocked too, but I woke up happy. It was ten o'clock in the morning, I knew I had missed breakfast.

I rose from the bed and went into the bathroom, I showered, brushed my teeth and used the provided blow dryer to dry my hair. It wasn't very good though.

I went into the main part of my suite and picked up the note, I cheered reading it again, punching the air, I smiled, showing my teeth, "Oh." I sighed, tossing it in my bed as I picked my suitcase from the floor and putting it on my bed, I picked out a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt that was long, and a shorter hoodie in pale yellow with a few designer rips on the edge and the shoulder.

I put my feet in my shoes and tied the laces, I put my dirty clothes into a plastic bag and put in back inside my suitcase, closing it and putting it back on the floor and kicking it underneath the bed.

I pulled the covers up and tucked them under the pillow, and picked the note up, shoving it and my phone into my pocket.

I grabbed the key card to the hotel off the side as you walked into the room and left, I walked past the elevator and down two flights of stairs to the second floor and knocking on the fourth door.

Ryan answered the door, "I'm sorry I wasn't there at breakfast, I just slept."

"I wasn't there either." I say shoving past him, "Ryan, you've been here seven hours! How is your suite so messy!" I say, observing the room. Clothes were everywhere and the bed was unmade. Not that untidy, I guess, but I'm a clean freak.

"Yeah well at least you're in a different room, now why are you all happy?" He asks as I sit on his bed and he towers above me.

"We're going for croissants in front of the Eiffel Tower." I tell him.

"You told me this wasn't a fun trip." He points out.

I nod, fishing into my back pocket and showing him the note, he reads it slowly, and his face turns into the face of confusion, "You've got no idea right?"

"Not one clue." He tells me passing it back.

"It translates to, Welcome to Paris. You know what I always wanted, when I arrived in Paris? Quickly! Over there!" I tell him, "And she wanted to eat a croissant. In front an Eiffel Tower." I tell him.

"Okay, so question, how did you find the note?"

"It was in the vent in my bedroom. It sounds weird I know it I got thinking, I was on floor four, room eighteen, the amount of years me and Sasha have been together and her favourite number." I tell him.

"That's very clever. At least we don't have to go to the airport now, that was an expensive taxi ride." He tells me, and I nod in agreement.

"So, what we are going to do is print off a photo of Sasha, and go to all the places that serve croissant's with a view of the Eiffel Tower and ask if they know Sasha." I tell him.

"That's good." He tells me, "You going now?" He asks.

"We are, yes." I stand up, wipe my pants with my palms, they'd become sweaty as I spoke about Sasha, and I realised how close I was to finding her. I was excited.

We leave the room, and take the elevator downstairs, and go through the lobby, I smile at the new receptionist, a woman this time, her hair was red and she wore lipstick to match. I never liked red lipstick on people though. I walked up to her, and ask "How far away is it to the Eiffel Tower?"

"It's around a fifteen minute drive." She tells me, "but there is a small bike hire place at the corner of the street if you know your way around, it wouldn't take much longer." She adds.